Guillotine (feat. The Kerosene Khan) [Finchey! Remix]

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Merciless Sun Gods

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Terroristic track, while you sniffing 5ths of crack
Extort, move and deport straight into forts
While getting more plaques
So smite the record while we live by the sword
Slicing quicker then doctors at cords
With clipboards
So while you sit on the corner, speaking excrement
I frequent murder g's, They can never seem to defeat it
Completely unhinged, nutty, going to repeat it
You simple minded people gonna have to cheat to beat it
Caught an mc snotty, stupid priced Bugatti's
Shotty gauge, with a quicker fix of kartete
So if this what you want, leave you crying to ya mommy
Not a single rapper can ever lay a finger on me
I rep the 59 area, a brother in a crime
When the cops draw, get shot at the same time
And when the vocals hit the mic, it's like murder in a rhyme
I top bars, eliminate the lines, to save time
So keep the cannibalistic death threats
Were fighting using chess sets
Finish quicker like it's 10 pound bridge
Chest reps
You mess with, kittens, it makes you look a joke
And the way you write ya lyrics, It's like you fell in a stroke
Hit the, OG super crazy hip hop notes
Unstoppable melodys, with the deep type coats
Lyrics invisible, yeah I can't be vinsed
I repeat the same shit, put through the ringer and rinsed
Lyrical warfare, you get thrown in the missed
And you kissed, the ass of bad rap, couldn't resist
You make fake beef and then you add to the list
And if I was it I wouldn't be pisssed
Man you get smacked, dropped hard down and wrecked
Have a real MC check, inspecta deck
I write verses in minute, to test my intellect
It'll only take a moment for my words to intercept
Dissect the lyrics, that your hearing from these projects
What you on son? This shit is perfect
And watch these words come and blow like the Tri-State
Only not, cause these lyrics can't technically fly straight
And watch us blow up, yall make me wanna throw up
Disrespect the dead, like when the **** you gonna grow up
Watch your damn mouth
before you make somebody load up
And get killed, you people just ain't skilled
I'd be thrilled if you spit verse and wouldn't have been pilled
Without being drilled, drug loving kids in guild
Can't ever start a verse, without some caps getting peeled
Guns concealed, fulfilled, with all blood being spilled
Ayo finchothy, peep this insanity
Trash mc's think that they can handle me
But nobody can handle the man I be
When I rap, I cause calamity
And the dimmadome may have banished me
But I just continue with the city planning
Rap game 2019, yall know I ran things
Crap rappers styles aborted like plan b
Stick to the rapping, don't mess with all that scamming
Make my money legally, msg my family
Style from hell, rap message damning
Cause I raised the bar like a whammy
Sun gods lead the pack like manny
I see rappers like babies, they need a nanny
They styles are see through like Danny
Y'all bars are like studying for a test, they cramming
Yo I hear you khan, mc's long gone
Simulated bars, like they were Tron
Luxury cars, flexin on the prawns
Just flex the hustle, up before dawn
Rap is a warzone, call it Argonne
Styles be flamin, just like Bhutan
Invading the scene, call rap Saigon
See them running, call it Taiwan
Do a supply run, straight up the Yukon
Transfer the medicine, pay the yuan
Form and energize like a proton
Zeppelins goin down, better ramble on
Need to get some money, head down to Oregon
Sun god religion, ain't no Ramadan
Up in sun godia, call us the pantheon
Dimmadome is gone, it was like Kazakhstan
The gods never get booled, we bool all these kids for the cream
We a team, rep the style of what wu-tang means
You're messing with kids, hit a lick on libs
The styles so sharp, find you short of rips
You like tecs? You're dumb as an Ex
Who writes checks, to idiots
Who don't sell meth
Like the method, we've represented
Every damn word that you've heard
That'll leave your coke slang dented
Get called and you pick up the phone
Microphone so weak like your voice turned stone
Light fires over tracks like the dim to the dome
Chrome bullets for the kids who call rap their own home

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